If I let you open a toy store, would you mass-produce Emperor Armor?

"Song Yang..." Lin Wan'er gritted her teeth, almost forcing out the word. "Disintegrate...what's the command?"

She simply couldn't take it anymore.

If she continued, her legs would really be broken by the force of the armor.

Seeing this, Song Yang couldn't help but sigh.

He stood up, walked around the cashier, and strolled slowly to Lin Wan'er's side.

"Get out of the way." Song Yang glanced at Zhao Xu, who was still laughing wildly.

Zhao Xu sneered, taking two steps back while still holding the scanner: "What? Your scam's been exposed, and you're getting angry? I'm calling the defense team right now!"

Song Yang ignored him and squatted down in front of Lin Wan'er, extending his index finger to gently tap the red and silver breastplate of the Xing Tian Armor.

Ding, ding!

The crisp metallic clanging sound echoed.

"Captain Lin, have you forgotten the basics of armor?" Song Yang looked at the red war god's compound eyes, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment.

"Wh...what?" Lin Wan'er managed to utter.

"The power source for this armor has never been external psionic energy."

Song Yang straightened up, glanced at the scanner in Zhao Xu's hand, and curled his lip.

"Using an instrument meant for measuring electrical activity to test a nuclear reactor, and then declaring it a waste just because it can't detect anything? Are the defense force's experts all that simplistic in their thinking?"

Being verbally abused to his face, Zhao Xu's face instantly turned ashen: "Stop trying to twist the facts! Without psionic energy, what's the point of powering this pile of junk?"

Song Yang turned his head and looked at Lin Wan'er.

"Captain Lin, what is the source of power for the Xingtian Armor?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wan'er was stunned.

Those two words flashed through my mind, but weren't they just made-up words?

Such an idealistic energy system should not exist in reality at all!

"Looks like you've remembered." Song Yang smiled and held up one finger.

"Intentional energy."

Song Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached their ears.

"Pure belief, ultimate mental strength, and a desire for victory."

"This armor is a mirror. It is as light as your willpower. If you treat it like a lump of iron, it will crush your bones with its physical weight."

Song Yang put his hands back in his coat pockets and looked down at the red armored figure kneeling on one knee.

"Give up on mobilizing your laughable second-tier psionic energy, and don't try to resist it."

"Close your eyes."

"Feel your breath, gather your spirit, and think about why you put on this armor!"

As Song Yang's voice fell, Lin Wan'er trembled.

Imagination?

If this absurd vocabulary had been used yesterday, she would have punched Song Yang in the face.

But right now, she's wearing the real Xingtian Armor!

If armor exists, why can't willpower exist?

Lin Wan'er closed her eyes.

She dissipated the pale blue aura of psychic energy from her body.

Give up defense, give up resisting gravity.

Her mind went blank for a moment.

Why wear this armor?

For the defense force's assessment? To slap this expert in the face?

Do not!

Lin Wan'er recalled the scene from when she was thirteen years old, hiding in a dimly lit basement, watching the red figure on the screen defeat the monster time and time again.

She longed for that power!

That kind of pure power that is absolutely righteous, absolutely domineering, and without any impurities!

"Give me……"

Lin Wan'er suddenly opened her eyes.

Beneath the mask, her eyes shone with an alarming brightness.

"Get moving!!!"

Lin Wan'er let out an angry shout from under her mask.

She cut off the flow of second-order spiritual energy within her body, completely abandoning her instinct to resist with spiritual energy.

Nothing else remained in her mind but the desire for that pure power and the indomitable fighting instinct.

A bright light suddenly flashed in the red compound eyes of the God of War.

click!

The terrifying weight pressing on Lin Wan'er's shoulders suddenly eased away at that moment!

Without any psionic power or the flickering of any abyssal runes, it simply stood up!

The psionic spectrum scanner in Zhao Xu's hand slipped and fell to the ground, the screen hitting a pebble and shattering into several pieces.

He froze on the spot, his mouth agape and his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

His worldview collapsed!

A lump of iron without an energy source was actually supported by someone whose psionic energy had been cut off.

[Ding! Zhao Xu's faith has collapsed and he is extremely horrified! Emotional value +3000!]

[Ding! Lin Wan'er's fanaticism and shock detected! Emotion value +2500!]

Song Yang sat in the rattan chair, listening to the system's notification in his mind, and took another sip of iced cola. This wave of emotional value harvesting was quite good.

"How are you feeling?" Song Yang casually tossed the empty can into the trash can next to him.

Lin Wan'er did not answer immediately. She clenched her fists and felt the feedback from the Xingtian Armor.

At this moment, the armor seemed to have lost all weight and become a part of her body!

She raised her right arm and swung it forward with a sudden palm strike.

boom!

A muffled sonic boom suddenly appeared, knocking down a discarded GG sign five meters away!

Upon seeing this, Lin Wan'er's eyes lit up instantly beneath her mask!

Pure physical destructive power, true damage that ignores any psionic defenses!

"This is too powerful..." Lin Wan'er's voice came through the voice changer, filled with barely suppressed excitement. "This power doesn't require hand seals or chanting; its burst speed is more than twice as fast as my second-tier spiritual energy!"

Zhao Xu was stunned when he heard this!

Before he could react, Song Yang stepped forward and poured cold water on him without any mercy.

"Strong my ass!"

Song Yang stood up, walked to Lin Wan'er, and tapped the breastplate of the Xingtian Armor with his knuckles.

"The mighty Xingtian Armor, a comprehensive armor with the potential to travel through time and seal demons, has been used by you like a street thug fighting!"

"That palm strike just now was at most equivalent to a full-force attack from a second-tier spiritual martial artist."

Song Yang shook his head, his tone filled with undisguised disdain.

"Do you think being able to unleash a single palm strike is impressive? The Xingtian Armor's maximum potential depends on the summoner's willpower!"

"But your will is mixed and impure. Your mind is full of fanatical worship and possessiveness of toys. You have no will to fight to the death to uphold justice."

"The armor's power wasn't even one-thousandth of what it was capable of when you put it on!"

Song Yang sighed, took half a step back, and then extended his hand.

"Disassemble it. You're not suited to be the summoner of the Xingtian Armor. Selling this to you would be a waste. I'm not selling it to you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wan'er was stunned.

Not selling anymore?

These three words were even more jarring to her ears than the roar of a monster!

She finally managed to come into contact with this god-level weapon that only existed in her imagination, and she actually summoned it on herself. Now she's being asked to return it?

impossible!

Making her return it would be worse than killing her!